/lit/ - Literature

Ahem here is the first page of a flashback chapter of mine.
On a dark and stormy night horse hooves are hitting the mud. To enlighten one of the time and place, the following text appears:

EAST PRUSSIA, 1239

Moonlight is gleaming from the wet indentations as the rain quickly refills the pool. Nary a pause between the pounding of the galloping, the only waveform peaking is the sound of distant thunder, overlapping itself again and again from the frequency. The dozen-ish men on these dozen steeds have tightly drawn their cloaks for bracing the sudden weather, this hasty mission of theirs not even allowing them to fully prepare their armory. As they pass by along the road and grow distant, the sound calms back into the natural applause of rain and the crashing/mixing waves of thunder breaking on cold ears. Short lived however, because in pursuit another group of riders is approaching, following the mangled trail of the first. Reflecting the sharp moonlight is the sharp half inch or so of exposed steel as one the the riders in this pursuing group anxiously anticipates drawing his sword, with the limited visibility shrouding the source of the trail they follow. The battle could explode into existence at any moment.